From the quiet courtyards to the stadium light,
The spirit of Vietnam takes a glorious flight.
In the ancient art of Vovinam, they stand,
With the strength of the bamboo and the soul of the land.
The blue-clad warriors move with grace and with speed,
With the "flying scissors" and the courage they need.
But when the sun sets and the city lights glow,
The streets come alive with a different flow.
The red shirts gather as the whistles start to blow,
For the love of Football, the passion they show.
The "Golden Star Warriors" ignite every heart,
Uniting the nation through the beautiful art.
In the parks of Hanoi, under shadows of trees,
The Shuttlecock (Da Cau) flies on the breeze.
With a kick of the heel and a flick of the toe,
A rhythmic dance that the young and old know.
On the winding rivers, the dragon boats race,
With the beat of the drum and a thundering pace.
From the martial arts mats to the marathon track,
They charge with a power that never looks back.